Centuries ago, the coastal town of Ankobra discovered a ritual that separated human malice from the soul. The elders learned to cast anger, fear, and grief into the Atlantic through sacred gates along the river. Each generation renewed the seals, keeping the waters calm and the people gentle. Ankobra became known across the coast as the town without crime, envy, or sorrow.
The peace lasted until now. The tides have begun to roar. The ocean, filled with centuries of human emotion, has grown alive and violent. The once-clear waters churn black, rising higher each season. The old priests say the sea remembers every feeling it was forced to hold.
For two hundred years, the town’s engineers have maintained the sealing technology that controls the ritual. But the craft has stalled. The devices are rusting, and the last master of the art has died. The blueprints that powered the gates are fading, and none of the novices has been recognised to have the skill to fix it as of now.
Now Ankobra faces a two options:
- Release the sea and allow all repressed emotions of the current generation to return, accepting the rage, grief, and chaos that will follow.
- Keep the gates shut and hope the seals hold, preserving the calm for as long as possible, even though when the ocean eventually breaks free, the repressed emotions of all individuals who have ever lived in ankobra would be unleashed upon the people.